My Hijab Wife
part 1
POV
march 23rd
Today is a very special day for me, where I am staring in awe at the figure of a handsome strong man who is sitting beside me.
Legitimate....
The words I said a few minutes ago always ring in my head. I smiled haru, my heart beating violently, if only man-made would have been out of place, I thought.
My journey has gone well, even if it was just a stick. My mom and dad left with a lot of inheritance.
The business that was once owned by the father, has now moved hands to me after his departure.
Now beside me was a tough guy with 1000% patience%. The man who will take care of me when I am afraid, hugs me when I am sad, advises me when I am wrong, and replaces the hero in my life (papa)
The man I thought would always be with me, even if I knew goodbyes would be there. Whether it's death or death.
march 23rd
The same date and month, where it has been one year we have been living this household very happily.
And today is exactly one year we were together, happy??? Yes of course. There will be two happy ones coming in a row.
But the happiness was immediately extinct, I who had been smiling widely waiting for the return of the husband now the smile was gone.
"el" I murmured softly, staring in disbelief at what I was seeing right now.
I convinced myself that this was just mimipi, but again his words made me even more convinced that this was real.
"sorry dear"
"what do you mean el" I asked softly
"we're married, I married his hisk.. I married her.. I'm sorry, hyks.." she walked over to me crying, huh.. It's not supposed to be here that I'm crying
Then I looked at the woman who had just been silent to see me and my husband, ahh my husband, no no, our husband.
Women with a scar'i dress and hijab on his head, yes, from clothes alone we are much different.
"explain el" asked me coldly, and then walked towards the living room sofa
I stared blankly at the two lovebirds, I don't know how painful it was.
"my husband"
"our husband" I want to laugh out loud
"i was betrothed by both my parents with his dear" well if you think we married tampa in known by both parents, you are very wrong.
We are not married siri, our marriage is legal according to religion and country.
But somehow the parents don't like me, but I never make a mistake with them.
"i don't want to be in honey" I murmured softly in a cold voice
"forgive me dear" she replied in a trembling voice
"i don't hate you, but I'm sorry I can't accept you either. I can't share mine with anyone else. But if you want I'll give her to you. I don't want to if it's mine to touch someone else, I'd rather leave it to you than have to wear it with you" I said to the woman sitting next to El
"KIRAN WHAT ARE YOU SAYING" said el in a high tone of voice
"me or him" I asked el
"please I can't" replied with a soft tone and a pitiful face
"i've found the answer, thank you" she said as she walked to her room
"KIRAN" cried el with a sobbing
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I packed my things, this room is no longer mine. This is not the place for me. I heard the door slamming from outside.
"kirannnnn"
"honey..open the door"
"heard me"
"please help hiks.. Don't be like this"
"honey... Open the door"
"heard my explanation first"
The words I kept hearing, my tears falling, it hurt so much. I don't know how many times I've said it but it never seems to diminish.
I open the door and pull my suitcase, I'll move to another room. For a while, before all of her was clear.
"honey where are you going" she asked in a trembling voice
"i'm moving out of here, this isn't my place anymore" I replied
"what you say, don't say it's hikss... It hurt me.." His cry broke while holding my hand begging.
"and you think what you did didn't hurt me" I asked again
"sorry, I'm hiks... I'm sorry hicks... Don't leave me" she replied with both hands on her face
"i didn't leave you" I said, making her happy
"but you made me leave you" I continued again and tears soon shed again
"please don't say it's a hyx...."
"you married her tampa asking me permission el" I said
"i don't want to hurt you" she replied
"but do you think now you're not hurting me" I asked in a trembling voice
"forgive me"
"why not refuse" I asked again
"i don't want to be an ungodly child" he murmured
"what when you married me did you feel like an ungodly son of el" when we married el's parents did not approve of our relationship for any reason and opposed her
"not so dear"
"CONTINUE WHAT HAH, YOU FEEL TO BE A CHILD OF DURHAKA WHEN MARRYING ME, YOU REGRET HAVING MARRIED ME, YOU Auwhh.." arrived my stomach was cramps, I held my stomach.
"sad you're why" looks like El's panicked face
"don't now please" I said in my heart as I continued to hold my stomach
I went back into the room I wanted to stay in.
"sad your mag relapsed, you've eaten, the cure where let me get it" question after question spilled out of his mouth, I do have a mag-fighting
"leave me alone" said he, closing the door
"honey.." said el while holding the door.
"please el, leave me" one point of tears just fell, enduring the pain that came crashing through the tubes
Seen el's weakened hand, lowering his hand from the door
"sorry" the last word I heard before the handsome face disappeared
Pov end
